Come to think of it. It was reunion dinner 2004.
My big family, which consists of 3 small families were in a typical 'flied lice' chinese restaurant.
We were talking about the same usual weather jay chou nonsense.
Like 'Wah nowadays weather very hot!'
Or 'Wah new year the mandarins are quite expensive!'
Maybe ' Hey Harvard this year got girl friend or not?'
And out of nowhere my cousin said:
Wah the air very polluted nowadays. The particulars* are quite harmful.
Can get lung cancer one you know.
Luckily the dishes arrived. And the whole family kind of moved on to the next topic while my brother pinched my thigh so that the both of us couldn't laugh out loud.
Alas, peace was a short term luxury we shared, because 5 dishes later, my father was pissed drunk.
Dad: (hic) Heeya couzen~! Confidence do yoou have to (hic) paash your esham this time*?
Him: (shit coloured face) Aiya, other people how I don't know. But I find that the exams are quite easy loh.**
Dad: But one (hic) thing I'm not sure there is.
Him: Haha. Uncle, you got health problem want to ask me is it? What question you have?
Dad: ONE DAY WHEN YOU HAVE A FAT PATIENT, HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TELL THEM TO LOSE WEIGHT WHEN YOU YOURSELF ARE SHOOOO FAT?????
My toes can feel my face because my jaw dropped real low.
My brother nearly poke his nostrils with his chopsticks.
It was one of those moments you'd wish you have a DV to record and play it over and over and over and over again.
* PARTICLES. Pah-tee-culs.
** I realized I turned my father into a Yoda with speech impediment.
*** He said the same thing after his SPM. His aggregiate was 33.